Triptich Part One: Shimmer

Triptych part 1: Shimmer

When I first saw him
He shimmered.

He smiled as if he had taken starlight
And poured it into a bowl
And drunk it
With salt and lemon like tequila
Only more intoxicating.
He shimmered.

I bought him champagne
With strawberries and condensation
Clinging to the flute
His eyelashes fluttered
As the bubbles drifted up his nose
Pink lips pursed on crystal
He delicately placed his hand on my arm
In a small show of gratitude
I blushed.
He shimmered.

As I pushed the shirt from his shoulders
To drip into a silk puddle on the floor
I knew this could never be a love story
As he lowered his eyes
Ashamed
I knew we could have no happy ending
And as he fell asleep
His tousled head on crisp linen
I remembered all that shimmers brightest
Burns out first.

He shimmered.

Reviews

[raining]

the narrative excellent, good, very good. this deserved to win the contest, me, as always, i get best dog-catcher award.

this poem will be in an anthology someday. loved it.

[Horsey]

This is amazing. One of my favorites on Writers Cafe.

To drip into a silk puddle on the floor
I knew this could never be a love story
As he lowered his eyes
Ashamed

Love it.